Till We Meet Again

Chapter 3

    I sat behind stage watching the concert nervously. Marshalls appearance had changed so much but he also looked the same. He looked more grown up but, he still seemed to act like the teenager he once was. Once the concert was over I tried to run off before he got back over to the couch I was set on. I couldn't find my phone though and by the time I had stopped looking for my phone it was to late he was standing beside me with his arms crossed.
    "You wanna talk now or later?" He said smirking slightly at me. I shrugged,"I don't really have anything to say to you Marshall." He sat next to me on the couch laying his arm on the back almost touching the back of my neck," well I have plenty to say to you lil miss Stormi." I raised a brow at him messing with the bottom of my shirt,"Lik-". I was cut off Bridgett coming over, "Omigod Stormi are you okay, what happened out there?" I smiled at her,"I'm fine Bridge, to many people I guess." She didn't even pay attention to anything I said and just stared down Marshall," uh thanks for helping my friend." Marshall chuckled and nodded,"no problem shorty."
I sighed to myself as Bridget just ignored my existence to talk to Marshall. As I sat keeping myself entertained I would look over at Marshall once in a while just to see how uncomfortable Bridget was making him.
     Eventually Marhall got up and left to "take care of rapper stuff". I told Bridget I had to go use the restroom and roamed around the venue looking for the bathroom. I ended up in hallway I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to be in because there wasn't anybody else in this hallway. Suddenly I was pulled into a dressing room by Marshall.
He smirked down at me, his hair was wet and he was in a pair of grey sweatpants," can we talk yet or are you just gonna keep being stubborn?" I huffed,"fine. Talk then." He plopped down on the maroon couch in his dressing room," I'm sorry for the shit I put you through when we were younger. You didn't deserve that, you were always to good for me." He glanced over at me and his eyes showed real regret. I sighed biting my lip and shrugged," Marhall it's fine, I got over that a long time ago. We we're kids, kids fuck up all the time." He shook his head," you're lying, you always used to bite your lip when you lied to me". I giggled slightly,"I've also grown up a little I don't have anything to lie about". He sighed slightly," well you wanna at least be friends again, I miss your short ass". He chucked slightly at the sight of me pouting.  I huffed, "I'm not short anymore." He smiled at me slightly,"shit you haven't grown an inch since highschool."
     For a couple hours Marshall and I just sat and talked about old times. I got a text from Bridget saying she wanted to go home and she's waiting in the car for me. I sighed at my phone,"I gotta get going I have work tomorrow and Bridget is waiting in the car for me." He huffed slightly," lemme see your phone". I handed him my phone and he put his contact info into it. "Don't just need giving my number away now short stack". I giggled," I won't Marshmallow". He scrunched his brows together," don't call me that, Bridget's gonna leave your ass here better go". I got up and giggled, "bye Marshmallow". He groaned, "Bye Stomi".
     I got into Bridget's car and the car ride to my apartment was quiet. I thanked her for tonight and went inside falling asleep.